8 samples of violet perfume have been sitting in my collection for a year now. I never got around to them for some reason or another. Now that it is the first day of Spring, I thought this would be a good time to dust them off and give them a sniff…

The weather has been chilly according to San Francisco standards. The sky is dark and grey, even a bit of drizzle. Midwinter is here. Days like these, I find it hard to get out of bed. I want to take refuge under my down comforter and sleep, sleep, sleep. I could sleep until Spring if I could get away with it. I don’t know what it is about mid-January. I get melancholy and want to hide from the world. I become stuck in a rut, uninspired and unmotivated (hence, my lack of posts — oops!). Lately, I’ve been leaning on Donna Karan Black Cashmere to pull myself out of my winter doldrums which has proven to be my medicine for melancholy.

Dance has been an integral part of my life. Thanks to my aunt who was a bellydancer, she took me under her wing as a youngin’. Dance came natural to me as walking. Alone in the corner of her dance studio, I emulated her movements when she rehearsed or taught class. Her students were amazed at how a 5-year-old girl caught on so quickly. She brought me on stage performing dance duets and solos. I wowed the audience with challenging choreography for my age. Many people remarked that I danced beyond my years. My ability to interpret the music through movement was visceral, a skill only conveyed by a dancer with years of experience. I continued to train in several dance forms: Brazilian samba at 9 years old with my mom, Afro-Haitian dance during my teens, and flamenco in my early 20’s to present day. I’ve spent subsequent years on and off learning different genres but my journey forward always took me back to my roots — bellydancing!

The landscape of Northern California is diverse as its people which serves as a constant reminder of how lucky I am to be born and raised here. Every time I drive along the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway), the scenery never ceases to take my breath away. As you go further up north, you see the gleaming blue Pacific Ocean on your right and the majestic redwood forest to your left. Continue reading →

See ya 2011, don’t let the door hit you on the way out! Can you believe the year is over? 2011 came and went in the blink of an eye. Now it’s time to pop open the champagne and celebrate another new year ! I’m starting the new year off in style with Etat Libre d’Orange Vraie Blonde. Like Marilyn Monroe, I’m going to bid farewell to 2011 with a wink and a smile and greet 2012 with a sultry red-hot kiss at midnight.

It used to be no mystery that men were simple creatures. It never took much to make them happy. All they needed was some grub, a bed to climb into, and a bit of TLC. When it came to grooming products, men only cared about function and practicality.

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